Sleeping Alone

I'm only sixteen but I hate sleeping alone The nights are sleepless, the mornings cold My teddy bear fell apart years ago Though Daddy's in Heaven, it's true, I know It doesn't make the icy nights any more warm Or sew up the cuts on the souls that have formed Nobody can take the place of a home lost Or reheat the friendships that are covered in frost Or retrieve the memories that have long since been tossed Or resuscitate the bodies from the tunnel through which they crossed But I do believe because I must That I can create more than lust That somebody can lessen the pain That this nightmare could be more of a dream That it's better than what I think That it's more than what I've seen That in plain sight, somewhere Love still exists Devoid of deceit, cruelty or fists If I didn't believe it, at the seams I'd bust So I believe it because I must The nights are too sleepless and the mornings too cold To fall without trust and to wake without hope

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